Sage Poems - Poems about Sage

To possess freedom which is absolute, needs God to be the dreamer and the dreamed, wherein breath by breath, as He does reboot, He ensouls all objects by His will beamed, deciding when each soul will be redeemed. This blueprint suggests that there’s no one here, save ego as smoke, which will disappear, having no independent existence, so all that’s required is to...

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Whether friendship or love Take care with each other Be honest with each other That's enough. Whether in this life or after Always treasure good deeds When the time ends come You'll not find any regret....

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Innate urge to ink soul’s emote, requires we agree to free float in a void where thoughts don’t exist and yet what truth is, we can quote. Stillness a tale, with a strange twist, speaking of how we’re by God kissed, potent power of magnetism, felt vividly as a bliss mist. Beyond knowings of any ism, graced by an unknown mechanism, we are transformed as...

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Eyes focused in time, wise owls on a fence gazing: telescoping life:-...

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Have ye been touched not yet by magnetism, ushering deep wisdom, unknown to mind, rapture of bliss pervading body prism, causing us to become with love aligned, with fears and desires to the bin consigned? Befriending silence, piercing the vast void, the demons of darkness are then destroyed, whereupon doing nothing we so see, our true Self as light, shaped as a spheroid, revealing...

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Up on the winding mountain, there is a structure we knew so well— now consumed by red, devoured in flame. It was our shelter, a meeting place of like minds, a refuge against life’s weight, a place where joy lingered in laughter and shared moments. Now it is gone. Santa Ana winds howl, their bestial breath...

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I thought it was enough I loved them all. Yet love may rise, whilst lives about one fall. In myriad hopes conceiving were I tasked, Yet all the while, on balconies I basked. For glory’s garlands shall it ne’er suffice, To virtue honor and inhabit vice. Till by degrees my kingdom fell to ruin, And all its merits, by the winds were...

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IN SAGE TREED INSPIRATION Standing in the forested arena Beneath one of the multiplicities Of the ethnicities of barked sage trees Reining in the mutual oneness Of the equanimity of their being, My spirituality of mind turned its focus To thoughts of the Crucifixion, Resurrection, And indeed, the fulfilled glorious Ascension:- At that moment, it dawned upon me, The symbolic role that sage trees Have...

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Cleansing heart, we notice the throb of rapture rising from a centreless fulcrum within, borne by divine magnetism, sages speak of … ascent is assured. Reveal now oh hermit, how heart may imbibe this bliss, which is said to be spurred by cool warmth, causing soul to delight in the immersion … silence paves the...

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I sat next to an old geezer on a park bench He looked at me, said "I can see you're a mensch" Let me tell you what I've learned in the past 80 years. "Oh no", thought I, but his words flew like spears: "Who can fathom the deviousness of the heart To know the mind from the face,...

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In the depth of the night, a concerto commenced, With drums of thunder and a melody of rain. Wind flutes played loud sniveling notes, Carrying pulsating tunes in blustery tones. Streaks of lightening, with their baton of light, Led the blasting orchestra with dynamic might. Trees swayed wildly, leaves scattered with force, Rain soaked the paths, shattering dense shadows. As dawn tiptoed, with...

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where are the old wanderers, whatever happened to Steve> a different holy book in hand every week, the wise man of the thrift store. “we just aren’t made for these times.” you’ve either found the Way, or the Way has found you, though God was in no drug, or back of a cereal box. As years pass me wonder, what couch is he crashing, or wandering...

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Old cherry trees beside the church In early bloom this spring I got new travel film to watch New birdies come to sing “You poor thing, you beggar boy Just listen to the air” - They twee to me, and it’s a joy To know of their sweet care I walked along some nameless graves I sat on bench of stone...

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There once was a yellow canary sage, Who trapped a naughty cat in a cage. With feathers so bright, It plotted all night, Till the cat escaped and ate it in rage....

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sage green oak catkins blanket drive and yard.... pouring rain and wind ...

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